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sashi-ya · 3 years

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Is it ok if I request a Law x Yonko reader? For once the reader is badass and strong 😎 has her own crew and is well respected yet she fell in love with Trafalgar Water D. Law

Hi!! Of course! I fell in love with the idea. I think Law deserves a strong woman on his side, and this type of dynamic is one of my favorites!! It was intended to be a OS but I got too invested on the story so I decided to part it in at least another part that I'll be posting in a few days. I hope you don't mind! Plus I included some NSFW too, because the tension between the Yonkou and Law was really high! I hope you enjoy it and stay tuned for the second part if you like it 💖 Thanks for reading and supporting my work!

NSFW - Trafalgar D. Water Law x FemYonkou! Reader - PART 1

TW: NSFW. 18+ Minors DNI. Rough and unprotected sex. Chocking.

WC: 4.1K

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31973146

Part 2

Part 3

Final/Part 4

“My dear captain, someone is on the coast!!”, your most loyal nakama comes running through the door of your huge castle with the news. “Mmm, I wonder who it could be…”, you tell her. “I’m afraid whoever we’ve been waiting for has arrived, Captain”, she says, looking at the ground. You have always hated how they are afraid to look directly to your eyes, even though you consider them your equals. But you guess it’s because of your powerful aura, or the respect they have for you.

“Let’s be a good host. His crew can come to the castle once we have talked. He would probably be staying the night, so tell the boys to prepare the royal guest room, ok?”, you order your first commander with a lovely smile.

You laugh, some say your laughter is something similar to a demon, but hey, that’s part of your identity as a yonkou, so… You wait for your guest sitting on your throne, admiring your brilliant rings. Suddenly the big door in front of you opens and there he is, the brat you’ve been waiting for.

You lick your lips, wondering when you will be tasting that sweet candy. No man or woman could ever resist your beauty, or your power.

The steps of that tattooed punk echoes all around the huge room. He is wearing a black coat that covers his whole body from his neck to his ankles, a funny looking white hat, and a big katana over his shoulder. “I hope this is not the only bigger thing he carries…” you think while smiling at him, trying to admire those grey eyes you saw on his wanted poster. But he does not show them, he walks slowly, covering his gaze with the visor of his hat. “Oh, you are trying to look mysterious, I get it punk”, you say to yourself.

He is now in front of you, and finally looks at you. He is even hotter than what you thought. It surprised you when your den den mushi rang and it was him requesting an audience with you, but even though you know this brat is dangerous, you accepted it right away.

“So, Trafalgar D. Water Law, huh? what brings you here?”, you ask him, crossing your legs and bending over a little to see his face. Your throne is a little elevated from the floor, so you look down at him.

“I’m here to ask you for an alliance”, he tells you, fixing his cold eyes on yours. “Oh, I see… an alliance. But aren’t you in one with the Mugiwaras? Why would you want an alliance with a Yonkou? Didn’t you lose your Shichibukai title because of an alliance? ”, you inquire him.

“Heh, I see you have more information about me than I thought…”, he tells you with sneering contempt. That pisses you off, hard. Who do you think you are, little rookie?... You stand up, violently, solemnly. Your black feather coat over your shoulders makes a loud noise, your hair flows over your back. You start walking down the little stairs off your throne and stand up in front of Trafalgar Law. He backs up a little, even if he looks like a total badass, you are scary for him.

“Tell me Law, why do you think I am an emperor of the sea, huh? Do you think you are stronger? Do you think you can outsmart me?”, you tell him firmly, centimeters from his face. Law gasps, he is trying not to look scared, but he is, pretty much indeed. He remains silent.

“Do you think you can put me down as you did with my old friend Doffy? Ha! poor Doffy, he was pissed that his little ex retainer fucked his whole life… Well, I guess that’s what you get for not being incredibly strong and intelligent”, you smirk at him, and begin to walk. The sound of your hills resonates on Law’s head. But even if he might be a little scared, you know he is smarter and stronger than he looks, so you must be careful, especially because he is at your back.

“Why don’t we have dinner and discuss your offer?”, you tell him, this time a little more friendly. “Yeah…”, he tells you with that low voice he has, that makes you bite your lip. Of course you are curious about his proposal and his true intentions, but damn, you wish you were devouring him right now.

You turn your head to the side and tell him “Follow me”, over your shoulder. And keep walking to the dining room.

Once the two of you arrive at the dining room, a big table is waiting for you. Candles on each side of the table, several delicatessens served on silver platters. “Take a seat, please”, you invite Law to sit while you sit on yours.

Law and you are face to face on each side of the table. You bend a little over the table, with your elbows over it, and interlocking your fingers. You show yourself interested in him, smirking sexily. “So, I’m all ears. Tell me about your offering”, you say.

Law takes off his hat letting you see his disheveled black hair and adopts the same position as you. “Well, as I told you before, I want to form an alliance with you”. He is short and concise. You raise an eyebrow, what does he want from you?...

“Why? What do you want from me? and what do I get in return?”, you ask before sipping some red wine from a big crystal cup. “You will be able to defeat the other three yonkous, as long as I can see the red poneglyph you have in here”, he says straight to your face.

You widen your eyes, surprised that he knew you have such a treasure in your hands. “I’m surprised Mr. Trafalgar. You have indeed, more information than I thought… I wonder who told you about it. I’m a little concerned at this point, maybe you are some kind of undercover agent from the marines?”, you tell him, fixing your eyes on him.

Law gasps subtly, his lips part and for a moment he remains silent. He is also looking at you, and you can see a red spark in his eyes. “I’m not with the marines”, he tells you firmly. You begin to laugh and stab the bistec on your plate with the knife. “Of course you aren’t, if you were one you would have denied it instantly…”, you tell him and taste a piece of meat.

The tension floods the ambient, you want to show how dominant you can be, but at the same time you wish he were dominating you in your room.

“Fine, if I accept that means that you and the Mugiwaras will be my allies, right?”, you ask him, showing him you are sure, but deep inside wondering if you made the best decision, after all, pirates alliances are often marked with betrayal…

“That’s right”, Law tells you. “Listen to me closely, little brat. If you happen to show the slightest sign of betrayal, you will know exactly why I’m named “The Sadist”. Are we clear?”, you tell -threaten- him. “I know exactly what you are capable of. Don’t worry, I won't betray you”, he assures you, firmly.

“Let’s have a celebration, then”, you tell him and order your subordinates to bring the dessert. “I’m not a man of celebration, could you please show me my room? tomorrow morning I’ll be telling you all about my plan to take down the other yonkous”, he tells you denying your invitation to a little private party. You are upset, angry… but you won’t show it to him, so, you tell your crew members to show him his room with a big smile on your face.

Once he leaves the dining room, you walk to yours with strong steps, frustrated. "Nobody has ever refused my invitation…". A cold shower cools your annoyance a little but not enough. You snuggle into bed and fix your sight on the big ceiling of your room. "Damn brat, why is he so hot? And for what?"... you go to sleep planning the best way to catch your prey in your spiderweb. You are used to getting everything you want, and Law of course is no exception.

Morning comes and the sun outside shines more than ever. You’ve been planning the whole night on how to seduce your guest, so you order your subordinates to prepare a special breakfast next to the pool. You choose to wear a tight bikini, those who show more than what they can cover, and a white semi-transparent kimono over it… after all, he is a man. He shouldn’t be resisting the lure of your beauty.

When you get to the pool patio, he is already there having a cup of tea, with those lean long legs, wearing an unbuttoned black shirt that allows you to enjoy his tattooed chest. You contemplate the handsome man from the arcade that connects the patio with the castle. You took a finger to your lips planning the next step on your plan.

“Good morning my dear guest and ally!”, you greet him, while sitting next to him under the big umbrella. “Good morning”, he salutes you, looking at you with those intense grey eyes. You give him a side smirk and grab a slice of orange, for some reason none of you look down, and you keep staring at each other. Perhaps trying to fight for dominance, perhaps because he wanted to seduce you as much as you do.

You take the slice to your mouth, and a drop of the juice runs through the commissure of your lips. He follows the path the bead of citric trails on your mouth with his eyes. He approaches you with his hand and runs his inked thumb over your lips. The sensation of his soft surgeon fingertip over your lips feels so enticing. You wish you could suck his finger, yet, he is the one who should succumb first, not you.

The moment gets interrupted when one of your maids offers you coffee. The strong black coffee that keeps you going in the morning, sweet, caffeinated elixir that today isn’t necessary, something else keeps you energized. You gaze at the maid, with hate in your eyes for interrupting such an intense moment. You tell her with a false smile, “yes, please”. She serves you a cup and runs away, quickly, scared as hell.

Leaning on the backseat of the couch with the cup on your hand, you cross your legs, letting some skin peek through the opening of the kimono. “So, Law, tell me about your plan”, you tell him. “Right, so I’ll be staying here for a few weeks, if you don’t mind”, he informs you and keeps talking about the plan. You lick your teeth; you don’t even listen to anything about the plan. You are satisfied as you will be having your sweet candy with you for a long time…

“Perfect, so the plan is set. I’m glad we are allies, Law”, you tell him as you stand up, and walk up to him. You place your hand over his shoulder and look down at him with a smile. “Aren’t you hot? let’s enjoy the pool”, you invite him and keep walking to the edge of the pool. You untie your kimono letting it slide off to the floor. You can feel Law’s sight pinned to your back and even lower, yet he is not moving.

“Right, you are a devil fruit user” you tell him pouting, but either way you dip in the pool. When you emerge from underwater, you take your wet hair out of the face, and get out of the lido. Your bikini turns a little bit see thru and you see how Law looks directly to your now notorious erected nipples from the cold water. You have an evil grin on your face, and he seems to be enjoying every inch of your skin.

“Do you like what you see, huh?”, you tease him. He looks at you, with piercing eyes, stands up and walks up to you. “Huh?”, you say but before you could even continue with a cocky phrase, he is already grabbing you by your neck.

You gasp, ‘cause you got slightly scared, but your bossy attitude won’t let you show it. You begin to chuckle with that -demon- laughter you have. And suddenly stopping you tell him, “What do you think you are doing?”. Law squeezes your carotids even more tighter approaching his face to yours and tells you, “Don’t play with me, if you want me to fuck you just tell me”. “Let go of me”, you command him. He sets your neck free, but his nose still is almost touching yours. “Before I let you walk, you gotta show me how you crawl, brat”, you whisper to him. You celebrate internally how he has already fallen into your trap; he couldn’t resist you. Another victim, another candy to taste, this time a spicy rather than a sweet one.

Law and you keep looking at each other for several minutes more, perhaps playing a game of power, who is gonna be the first to cave in and kiss the other?... Your heart beats faster, the tension is in a way arousing, you hold yourself back while sometimes your gaze wanders over his lips… so enticing.

You were about to cave in when his den den mushi rings. He smiles at you, seductively, and turns around to pick up the transponder. You decide to leave the patio and go to your room, you are way hornier than you think, and falling into his arms that soon it’s not your style. Or so that’s what you think…

You spent the whole day in your room, thinking about your next move. Some of your commanders have come to visit you and asked you about the new alliance, but you seemed so invested in seducing Law that you forgot about your responsibilities.

The night comes, and you are getting ready for dinner. You are excited almost like a little girl, finally you are going to see that face that got your heart beating fast. You have chosen to wear a pretty, draped black dress, not so revealing yet not conservative at all. Your back is completely naked and has a slit on the side of the skirt. Your typical fine jewelry and heels that can kill if you happen to step on someone.

Law is always first in the dining room, this time accompanied by three of his most loyal nakamas. A polar bear dressed in a black suit, and two guys with hats that start drooling when they see you enter the room. The four of them stand up from their seats “Cap… captain…!”, says the one using an orca hat. “Shachi, shut up”, says the other with a hat that puts “PENGUIN” over it.

“Good night sirs, please take a seat”, you tell them. One of the menials runs to your place and moves the chair for you. “Thank you, darling. You can bring the food whenever it is ready”, you tell him, with a big smile. You usually aren’t so sweet with others, but tonight you are in a good mood for sure.

“So, you are the high officials of the Heart Pirates, huh? nice to meet you”, you tell them with your intense gaze placed on each one. The humans swallow, they are intimidated by your imposing presence. The polar bear stands up once again and shouts “AY AY, NICE TO MEET YOU! I’M BEPO!”. You are kind of overwhelmed by how noisy the Mink is, but you think it is kinda cute. Law tells Bepo to sit down and lower the voice, and the bear repeats several times how sorry he is. You giggle a little and tell him “It’s ok, Law! Bepo you are a cutie, nice to meet you”.

The food is served, and everyone starts to taste the wonderful creations of your chef team. You can’t help but peer at your prey while eating. He notices your persistent stare and fixes his eyes on yours. That piercing, grey, icy stare that makes a shiver run through your spine and you’re breathing subtly uncontrollably. No person has made you lose control before, you are known for being cruel and cold, you haven’t felt in love ever in your life, but this brat… this brat has something special.

“Guys get back to the Polar”, Law commands his nakamas. “They can stay in one of the rooms if they want, Law”, you tell him, and the guys start getting excited with red cheeks. “It’s an order, get back to the polar, please”, he orders his subordinates with a cold stare. You roll your eyes back, because you know he is protecting his crew from you, he respects your power and knows well how cruel you can be when you want something. “Fine, fine…”, Bepo, and the guys say and walk away.

“Do you want to have a drink in the garden, Law?”, you offer him after his nakamas have left the place. He looks at you and takes a few seconds to finally respond. “After you”, he tells you and you two start walking to the patio.

The blue night sky looks deep, the sound of the running water of the many fountains competes against the song of frogs and crickets. Some torches light up the path to the lawn chairs. As you walk on the deck, you ask him “Do you always carry your katana wherever you go, Law? Are you afraid of something? He responds from behind “I’m not, I simply take my precautions”. You try to sound strong and petty, but the truth is that the one who is scared is you.

When you finally take your seats on the couches, both of you cross your legs. Your dress allows some skin of your thighs to peek through, and Law can’t resist but scan your whole body with those grey eyes. You do the same, his tight jeans, seems to get even more tighter in between his legs. The unsolved sexual tension between the two of you it’s way too high to ignore, and at this point you are sure Law has on his mind the constant idea of fucking you, as much as you do.

You can’t take it anymore; you are just fed up. This is taking too damn long, you want him in between your legs, now. So, you suddenly and violently stand up, slapping the table with your hands. Law even though got a little scared, he remains still, acting swanky as always. You wait for him to say something, but he just stares. You are tired of this pestering feeling, a flame inside you burns even hotter. Law smiles at you with that cocky smirk and pats his lap. “Come here”, he tells you.

Even if you were dying to sit there, you are just too arrogant to do as a man says, and fighting against your true desires, walk away. “Damn brat”, you say to yourself while walking through the deck stepping strong so your heels sound louder in the middle of the night.

Suddenly, someone grabs you by the wrist and turns you around. You have the Surgeon of Death´s face in front of yours. You gasp, he is not smirking, but his eyes show pure desire, his breathing is accelerated as much as yours. Your hand is directed to his crotch by him. You can feel his hard bulge growing under your palm. You have a side grin. And after a few seconds, he kisses you so passionately, so lustfully, so needy. His inked hands grabbing your hair, pulling your head back, letting your neck exposed so he can dig in like a beast.

“Let’s go to my room, Law”, you gasp in between steamy kisses. “Fine… Room… Shambles”, he says and you two are teletransported to your bed. You land into your mattress while Law is standing up at the feet of your bed. You smile seductively at him, full of desire when he begins to take off his black shirt. The big heart tattooed on his chest that reaches almost to his belly button, his abs slightly defined, the V that his lower stomach muscles form over his pelvis, and a little happy trail that makes you wonder where it finishes, makes you squirm and recognize how needy for this man you are. “Come here, brat”, you tell him with a beckoning finger.

Law is over you in no time, cradling your face with his hand. Your fingers trail the inked lines on his chest. He begins to kiss your neck, lower and lower, his hand is now traveling under the slit of your dress, up through your thigh and even higher. His soft hand caresses the side of your waist, while the other slowly slides off the right strap of your dress, exposing to him your breast.

His tongue plays with your nipple, and you moan his name. A string of saliva forms when slowly relieves the nipple from his lips and looks at you with intense lust. Your hands that were lingering over his bulge are now at each side of his head, and in a simple but fast movement you are now over him, straddling your hips. You grind against his sex, touring your hands over his tattooed chest. You slowly bend over him, biting his neck, playing with your tongue with the little hoops he has hanging from his ears. Law’s hand on your butt, squeezing hard your flesh.

You slide off your other strap, so your dress falls off exposing your torso and beautiful breasts to him. The black dress gets stuck on your hips and you start softly jumping over his aching dick, still trapped in his jeans. Law is sweating, he is about to burst, and you haven’t even touched his sex yet. You don’t even care about the foreplay, you want him to flood your insides, and he wants it too.

He reaches for his zipper and lowers it. You help him by pulling down his jeans and his boxers, letting free his member. To your surprise the left side of his groin area is also inked with a little sword. At first it looked suspicious, but you are so horny that instantly jump over his sex.

Your already wet panties become even wetter when you rub your sex against his. Law closes his eyes, every time your core touches the tip of his cock, like a sweet torture. Until this is too much for him and pushes you to the mattress. You flop down on your back and Law violently tears off your panties. “I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you, bitch”, he tells you gasping, and penetrates you, rough and deep.

“Mh, Law”, you whine, invaded by the pleasure his cock against your walls makes you feel. He has his teeth clenched making his mandible even more sharp. Your bodies are covered in sweat as he pounds you with hard fast thrusts. Your moans would probably make everyone in the castle wake up, but you don’t really care.

Law passes his hand on your back, lifting you as you cross your legs around his waist. You are now seated over him. Your breasts pressed against his chest, face to face, while he keeps penetrating you. The both of you reach climax, you first and then Law. Your core feels how his pulsating member empties inside it. He gets you hugged tight, and you rest your head over his shoulder enjoying how full you feel, how satisfied you feel after relieving that sexual tension between the two of you. n

Even if you insist on this being all just sex, and haven't been in love before, something about being skin to skin with a man after having sex feels better than you thought. Never in your life have you experienced being hugged to someone, so closely, so intimate. His warm breath caresses the skin of your shoulder, and you close your eyes in hope this moment never ends.

Law slowly helps you lay on bed, and he does the same. You are lying on your side while Law is on his back looking at the ceiling. You worship how his inked chest goes up and down with every inspiration and you can't help but put your hand over it. He looks at you and pulls you next to him. Your face is now over his arm, and he caresses your naked back. He probably knows this is a whole new experience for you, as you are known to be heartless… but the truth is that you have always been lonely…

PART 2

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lalahbug · 4 years

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The Informant - Levi x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan Word Count: 4,982

My Masterlist

Warnings/disclaim: general Modern/Mafia AU

Author’s Note: continued under story Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 01/05.2017. Revamped/edited in 2020.

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.

Story under cut

“Hey, boss.” Eren knocked on Levi’s door.

“What?”

“It seems a new informant is in town. You know, since we disposed of the last one. You want them on the payroll?”

“What, are you a fucking idiot, of course. Have them come in tonight.”

“To the club?”

“Tch. Eren, were you dropped on your head as a child?”

“I don’t know, did you drop me at all.” Eren teased his adoptive father.

“Shut up, get the new information dealer here, tonight, in the club.”

“Sure thing.” Eren walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

Levi was leaning back on a couch, the normal whores were clinging to him, annoying the hell out of him. The club music was thumping through the building.

“Eren!” Levi barked. Eren quickly popped into the VIP area. “Where’s my informant?”

“They should be here soon.”

“What do we know about them?”

“Nothing. They just got in town, I don’t even know their name. I sent out word they were wanted at the club tonight. We got a handwritten note from them saying they’d be here.”

“Who the fuck handwrites notes, why didn’t they just tell someone.” Eren shrugged and Levi clicked his tongue at him.

“I’ll go see if I can find them!” Eren darted off, knowing he was about to be in trouble for not knowing more.

Levi groaned while standing up, pushing the groupies off of him. He decided to go check on the bar. While overlooking everything, he stopped his gaze on a woman, who was fully clothed, no skin other than her face and neck showing. She was leaning against the wall, hands in her hoodie pockets, combat boots crossed. She was just watching, ignoring everyone, having headphones on. She didn’t stand out to others, blending into the shadows, but to Levi, she did stand out. Mainly because she wasn’t wearing anything see-through or skimpy. She was wearing a short shoulder-length black wig.

“What do you want, Ackerman?”

Levi didn’t realize he had walked over to her. “How do you know my name?” He growled at her.

“Well, you are the one who wanted me here.”

“Tch. You’re the new informant in town.” She glanced up at him as if asking if he was that stupid to ask that. “We need to talk, follow me to my office.” He started to walk away but noticed she stayed put. “Oi, brat, you deaf. I said, follow me.”

“You don’t have any right to boss me around, ask instead of demand,” Levi growled at her a bit. “I came here because you need me. I don’t need you and if you threaten me. I have enough proof and information to bring down your whole operation.”

Levi was a bit shocked by this news and glared at her. “Will you follow me?”

“Yes.” She pushed off the wall and walked up next to him.

Once in his office, Levi closed and locked the door. ___ pulled off her jacket since they were upstairs and now it was even hotter. Even in a simple black long-sleeved shirt, she oozed sex appeal to Levi. He loved watching her body move, even to the way she gently sat down and crossed her legs.

“So, what information did you want?”

“I want you on my payroll. Meaning, any information you get, you bring it to me. You get a weekly salary off of this agreement.”

“No.”

“Tch. What did you say?”

“Are you deaf? No. I already told you. I don’t need you. You need me. I already have my clients set up. If you need information, you pay me half of my asking price, upfront, then once I get you the information. You pay up the rest. I’m very knowledgeable. I already have all of the other mob bosses in this town under me. The only one left, is you. You can take it or leave it.” She was cold and factual, there was only confidence and power behind her voice.

However, she was talking to the most powerful mob boss in this rotten city. However being under her in another sense didn’t sound bad. Levi is the most powerful man in this city and will not be under some woman’s shitty thumb.

“Then leave, I’m not under anyone's orders. I give orders, I don’t take them. I don’t need you. Goodbye.”

“Well, then I’ll take my leave. Have a great night.” With that, she stood without another glance at him, put on her jacket, and left. Closing the door behind her.

“That bitch. Who does she think she is.”

“Boss!” Jean burst into Levi’s office.

“Oi! Did you forget how to knock, horse-face?”

“It’s an emergency. That informant who has been here for a few months. She’s been getting information somehow and giving it to Erwin. He burned our stock!”

“Get that bitch or one of Erwin’s grunts here. Now!” Levi barked.

The noise of a precise slap echoed in the room as Levi stepped in. He pushed the other man out of the way. To see ___ tied to the chair, heavily beaten.

“What the fuck, why are you beating her up. I need information, you beat her, now you’ve made my job even fucking harder.” Levi growled, she had a couple of scratches, cuts, a black eye, and was bruised on her cheek.

“She was very unwilling to come here.” Eren piped up from the corner, Levi looked over to glare at him. Eren and Armin were both disheveled, cut and swollen lips, black eyes. “She put a fight, it took all three of us to get her down into that chair."

Levi looked at ___, who then spat the blood out of her mouth near his shoes.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this kidnapping.” She sat up straight, making her words drip with sarcasm and venom.

“Who did you talk to to get the information you gave Erwin?” Levi pulled up a chair to sit in front of her.

“I’m an informant. You will pay me, I will tell you.”

“Tch. Fine, I need to get this rat. Name your price.”

“Remember there are two payments. One I will name now, the other will be named after I give you the name you want.”

“Bitch. You don’t seem to realize the situation you’re in.”

“You seem to have forgotten, I already have all of the mob bosses in this town, under me. You mess with me any further. You will start a war. And if I don’t get paid and untied within 5 minutes. I will send my files to bring you down through the police.”

Levi growled at her. He wanted to hit her. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He had underestimated her months ago and did it again just now. She clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk now that his grunts had to manhandle her.

“3 minutes, Ackerman.”

“Untie her.” Levi barked. Eren quickly did so. ___ stood and stretched.

“Now my first payment will be; 1. My backpack that was torn from me, it should still be in the car I was dragged here in. 2. You will grant me any amenities and safe haven; I need at the drop of a hat. Meaning,” she sat back down in front of Levi. Her jacket was draped off her shoulder, she was wearing a gray tank top today. The most skin he’s ever seen from her. She leaned back, throwing an arm over the back and crossed her legs.

She cleared her throat. “Meaning, you will not do this shit again. Meaning, anything information I sell, even if it hurts you, THE MESSENGER WILL NOT BE TOUCHED.” She shouted at him. She finally showed some anger, some emotion. “If you ever put a price on me and put my safety in danger again, this agreement ends. And. I. Will. Bring. You. Down.” She stared daggers at him.

Levi raised an eyebrow, she was smart. She wasn’t in it for just the money. She was in it to be the most powerful and most protected woman in the world.

“I will never sell anyone your information that could tear your operation down. The same goes for my other clients. That is only for me.” Levi still had an eyebrow raised at her. She was intimidating but not scary. “Are you listening to me? Ackerman, if you make this deal and you go back on it. I have clients all over the world. You turn on me. You will bring war upon everyone under you.”

“I get it, brat. Get her shit.”

Levi and ___ sat in silence glaring at each other. Levi was checking her out, her piercings, her tattoos. He even stared at her natural hair, since he had never seen it before. Some about her just made him want to ravish her, he couldn’t decide if it was in a sexual way or a killing her way, yet though.

Armin came in and gave her the backpack. She opened it and pulled out a file.

“Before I give you anything. I need you to sign this contract. I only need the last page that you sign, you can keep the rest.”

“You’re very prepared.”

“I used to be a lawyer before this.”

“That doesn’t shock me.” Levi took the paperwork from her. It was only about 4 pages and he signed the one page, handed her the one paper, and kept the file for himself.

“Okay. Now that we’re on the same page.” She smirked while flapping the signed paper a bit.

“Enough of the shitty puns, tell me what I want to know.”

She leaned over and took out a bigger file. “This is all of the information I sold to Erwin a couple of days ago.”

“So you’ll resell information?”

“Hey, this shit is hard to get sometimes. Especially shit on you. I’ll definitely resell info like this.”

“Have you sold it to anyone else?”

“Oh, sorry. That information is classified or will cost you extra.” She gave him a fake pout. He growled at her. Damn, she gets under his skin easily.

“Then you better start a fucking tab.” Which only made her smirk.

“I sold all of this information about 3 times, Erwin included. Dok and Pixis. Pixis is very much after your spot of the biggest mob boss. He’s even put Erwin to work for him. I wonder if you can figure what happened from that action.”

“You mean because I refused to work with you. All of the mob bosses in this fucking city are using you to get information on me to work together and put Pixis in charge of this place. Which is why Erwin attacked my stock.”

“I mean, yeah. That’s the gist of it," she smirked.

“What else do you know about this?”

“You know that lovely officer you have on your payroll?” Levi raised an eyebrow, she did know way too much about him. “Well, let’s just say he’s getting a higher pay now, so you’re not safe. Also, Pixis, he’s trying to up his drug market while having his moles here to taint your drugs.”

“Who are the moles?”

“It’s in the paperwork. Page 6.” Levi opened the thick packet, turning to page 6, which was a chart. Every man under Pixis, Levi scanned the page until he saw a familiar name.

“Fuck. Eren. Jean. Oluo. Mike. Go get Reiner and Bertolt. Get information and dispose of them.” Levi was calm as all of the men left the room, his eye started to twitch. “I can’t fucking believe all this shit is happening because you’re too fucking good at your job,”

“Oh, honey. I’m just good in general. I mean, not morals-wise, but any other way. You better believe I’m good.”

Levi let his eyes travel over her body.

“So, I have another appointment I am late to, now because of you. So you’ll be driving me there. Or one of your grunts.”

“Tch. Connie!” Levi barked. A small boy bolted around the corner. “Take ___ anywhere she needs to go.”

“Yes, boss!”

“Seeya, Ackerman!” ___ slung her messenger bag over her shoulder and followed Connie out of the room.

“That woman. She’ll be my fucking demise or my savior.” Levi ran a hand through his hair.

A few months of working with ___, Levi was steadily at the top again, even got Pixis to start working under Levi. Everything was going the best it could ever be, for Levi. Everything was so smooth, no moles or spies anymore. Information and communication were flowing amazingly in his organization now.

“What?” Levi groaned answering his phone at like 3 AM.

“Levi! I need a car. I need it now. I need to be put into hiding. Now!” Levi rubbed his eye before sitting up.

“___?”

“YES!” She screamed, it sounded like she was in pain.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t fucking know. I’m bleeding. I’m angry. I’ll send you my GPS location. Please. Get someone to me soon.”

“You’re bleeding? You said please?” Levi was teasing her a bit.

“Levi. Please. I just sent you my location.” She sounded weak but she hung up on him.

Levi tried to call a few people but no one was answering. He sighed and got dressed and headed to her location.

“___?” Levi walked around the building. Trying to find her.

“Levi?” He quickly turned to see her collapsed in the entrance of an alleyway.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m bleeding a lot, I needed to hide. Levi, help me up.” She was trying to be strong and demanding even in a time like this. Reaching a hand out to him, he pushed her hand away. Levi sighed and squatted down and picked her up. She gave some slight protest but was too weak to fight back.

Since Levi couldn’t get a hold of anyone, he took her to his home. Carried her into the kitchen. While he prepared some rubbing alcohol, things needed to patch her up. ___ hoisted herself up onto the counter, near the sink, and took off her jacket and tank top. Leaving her in her sports bra. When Levi returned she was trying to rinse the blood off her.

“Oi. You’re going to get blood everywhere.” Levi took a cloth with alcohol to clean her off. She winced a bit while he started cleaning the wounds before stitching her up. But she didn’t cry or yelped at all. “So what happened?”

“Old client found me. He betrayed me, so I tried to take him down. Caused him a lot of problems before I left. So he’s here to kill me. I need to get more dirt to take him down. It’s my fault for not doing it right before. Ouch!” She glared at Levi as he poured more alcohol over now sealed wounds.

“Who's your former client?”

“Darius Zackly or Mister as half of the country knows him.”

“You had Mister working for you?” Levi was shocked.

“Yupp, he was under my thumb for a year. Best client ever. Until he tried to get me as a sex partner and make me his own. I thought it was a joke. But still, I turned him down. One day I was selling information on Zackly to someone, who was an alliance of his. The guy was in the mob for 8 years, no family, right-hand man of the other mob. That bastard was an undercover cop. Zackly found out, came after me, even though in our contract, states I can sell information to whoever I want, as long as it has no malicious takedown intent," she sighed. “He didn’t believe me, put a price on my head. So I went to the police, gave all the information about his organization to bring him down. But I didn’t know the DA was recently added to the payroll. So it didn’t get far.”

“You almost brought down the most powerful man in the country because he put a price on your head.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to die.” She pushed herself off the counter and stumbled against Levi. “Sorry. I guess I lost more blood than I thought. Can I borrow a clean shirt.” She pushed off him and leaned against his counter.

“Yeah.” Levi guided her to his couch and sat her down and went to get her a shirt. “The most wanted woman in the world is on my couch, wanted by the most powerful and dangerous man in the country,” Levi grumbled before pinching the bridge of his nose again, he exhaled deeply. “What the fuck did I get myself into?” He sighed softly as he grabbed a clean white shirt.

___ was sitting on Levi’s couch, laptop on her lap, headphones on. She was hacking into many different cities and cell phones to listen and get information on Zackly.

“So is this how you get a lot of your information?”

“Yeah.” She was curt and quiet, never really asked for anything other than to use things to make food or tea.

’She’s stronger than I thought. Not all just attitude. She was stabbed twice but is working away. Mainly to save her life, but she did mumble something about protecting her new clients from Zackly. Making sure he won’t go after them to get to her.’

“Yeah, I need to break our contract. I’m in deep shit and I don’t want you involved. When I get it resolved we can sign again.” She was talking on the phone. “Unless you want to go against Mister with me, we need to break up.” She chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She had the same conversation about 15 more times. Even in a couple of different languages. Before turning to Levi. “Well, I’m sure you’ve been listening to all of my conversations. I need to break our contract. I won’t drag anyone else into this. This is my fault.” She didn’t look at him, just kept typing.

“No.” She stopped typing and looked up at him.

“Levi. You’re going to get everyone in your organization killed. I’ve tried this before. It’s not going to work. We’re breaking the contract. Once my new place is ready, in about 3 hours, I will be leaving and we are breaking apart.” She was stern. But Levi didn’t want her to fight this on her own. She continued working.

“Isn’t there anything we can do? Any of us?”

“Unless you can get me a list of every media, every police member and maybe even some people in the FBI that aren’t on Zackly's payroll, no you can’t. I still have proof of all of his exports, illegal guns, and drugs, I have his kill list, I have everyone who works for him and I have every one of his bank accounts and secret hangouts and escape routes. But in order to bring him down. I need to get this information to as many people as possible and to people who are not on his payroll.”

“I know someone in the FBI, they’re on my payroll, though.”

She paused and looked over at him. “Really?” He nodded. In a flash she went over and hugged him, ending up in his lap. “Please, oh please. Give me their name!” She clung to him.

Levi was shocked at the least, to say. “I can give you their contact information if you want.”

“Just their work email! I need to send this info out, but I have to do it anonymously. Other witnesses can testify against Zackly. I plan to send that information as well.”

“Okay.” He had a glint in his eye that suddenly made her glare at him. “It’s going to cost you, though.” She groaned. “You’re an informant, you should have seen this coming.”

“I thought you just wanted to help me.” She went to stand up, Levi wrapped his arm around her waist, keeping her there. “Let go.”

“You didn’t even listen to what I want.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll at least hear you out.”

“There will be a three-part payment.” He smirked a bit at her glare, he put up 1 finger, intending to count each reason on his fingers. “1. We stay business partners, in the sense, you keep me at the top. 2. You are now on my payroll, you work under me. Remember this is about your life on the line. 3. You will go out on a date with me.”

“Wait, what?!”

“Or we can just stay dating now.” He gave her a small wink.

“This is serious. I’m not some whore either. So fuck you, not literally. I know they are on your payroll. I’ll find them from there on my own.” She pushed away from him, trying to get up.

“Oi, brat. I was serious. If you want, you can just agree to the first 2, for now.”

“Fine. I’ll accept the first two.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “I want to get out of this, I want to live through this.” Levi then spotted a cut on her neck, he’d never seen before.

He poked it. “What happened here?”

“Huh?” She reached up and touched it. “Oh, that was the first time someone tried to kill me. That was back when I was a lawyer, I quit later that year. Became an informant and a hacker.”

“I didn’t know you were a hacker until today.”

“Well, I’m only average. So I can’t hack like the FBI and get away with it. I can hack their email server, though. So that information please?”

“Of course, business partner.” Levi let her off his lap then typed up the information into her computer. She got to work right away. Put on her headset.

Levi brought her some tea.

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay here?” Levi asked while she was gathering her things.

“Yes. I want to be in my own place, with my dog and my resources. I’m waiting on that FBI agent to get back to me before I know what to do next.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, if they want to get the witnesses into custody now, I can send the information to every single email I can get my hands on and not worry about their safety. If they don’t want to do that, I’ve got to find a District Attorney who is currently working on taking him down. I know there has to be someone trying. But I don’t want to find that out for myself. An FBI agent would be able to do much more than me.”

“Where are you going at least?”

“Out of the country actually. I just need to go pick up my dog and head to the airport.”

“Wait, you’re just leaving?”

“Tell me, Levi. Where exactly, where else, I would be safer from the most dangerous man in the country? The man wants to slit my dog's throat and 10 children in front of me. Because he knows that the only way he could probably break me mentally before killing me. My life is in danger the longer I am in town. I’ve already almost died today. I don’t think I can afford to be here any longer, now that they know where I am.”

“I saved you today. I can protect you, brat.”

“I think you’re underestimating again.” She finished packing her messenger bag. Levi grabbed her arm.

“Don’t go,” Levi demanded, but it was sort of pleading.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be okay. As long as your FBI agent is good at her job I’ll be okay.” She seemed more so trying to convince herself but she was still firm on her decision.”

“Can you at least contact me once a week so I know you’re not dead?”

“Maybe.” She gave him a small smirk before leaving his condo.

“She’s going to be my fucking shitty demise,” Levi mumbled to himself.

Levi tried calling ___, yet again. She had been off the radar for over 3 weeks and he hadn’t heard from her at all. The call went to voicemail yet again. The trials against Darius Zackly had started and his local DA was very intent on taking him down with all of the information ___ had sent almost the whole world. All the witnesses were in secret service and we’re testifying soon.

Darius and everyone in his main organization were locked up, behind bars, life in prison. So many murders, missing persons, and unknown drugs were solved now. ___ was being offered a reward, she just had to make it so she wasn't anonymous anymore. But she didn’t show.

It had been nearly 5 months since she disappeared, Levi hadn’t heard from her at all.

“Boss!” Eren ran into Levi’s office, panting.

“Tch, what, boy?”

“There’s someone here to see you.”

“Who?”

“You have to come to see.” Eren joked a bit.

Levi groaned and clicked his tongue before standing up.

“Look how cute he is.” Armin gushed over the dog holding a bag in its mouth. Who growled at everyone who came near him.

“What’s this mutt doing here?” Levi scoffed.

“He just showed up with this backpack in his mouth, it’s ___’s bag.” Levi’s widened slightly. The 110 pound Rottweiler walked over to Levi and sat in front of him, wagging his tail. The dog dropped the bag and Levi bent over and opened it, careful to not touch the saliva.

“This is Boris, his plane got back before mine, I need someone to watch him. I’ll be back two days after you read this. Levi, take care of him for me. I told him to only trust you, gave him your scent. Everything he needs is in the bag. He is a very good fetch and guard dog. Sorry, ___.” Levi growled her name while crumpling the note.

“What does she mean fetch dog?” Armin asked as he leaned down to pet the dog.

“The idea is to train, through the use of some form of compulsion, a dog to pick up an object in his mouth, carry it firmly but gently and deliver it to the handler's hand. Like he did with the backpack.” Levi stated while pulling a chewing bone out of the bag, giving it to the dog. “So if I teach him what things are and where to find them, he can bring them to me.”

“That’s cool!” Eren was excited.

“But, he probably only listens to ___.”

“She told Boris to listen to you, though.” Armin reminded him.

“Let’s test it.” Levi looked at the dog, who was happily chewing on his hallowed bones. “Boris.” The dog's ears perked and looked at Levi. “I need a pen, go get me one.” The dog stuck his nose into the backpack and pulled out a zip lock bag with a pen and notepad. “Good.” Levi took the bag from Boris.

“Boris!” Levi yelled at the dog, who was whining. “Shut up! I get you miss her too, but shut up brat!” Boris nudged his head against Levi’s leg. “Do you need out?” Boris started to run around, to say yes. Levi sighed and pushed away from his desk, taking Boris out.

“It’s been almost 3 days, where is your owner?” Levi grumbled. He wouldn’t admit anyone, but he did miss having ___ around, he did like and miss her.

Boris started pulling Levi all sudden. “Boris, heel!” Levi tugged back on the leash, making Boris only pull harder. Levi glanced up, to see ___ walking towards them. He just let go of the leash, letting Boris run to her, knocking her down.

“Boris! You’re not a puppy!” ___ giggled while hugging her dog who was trying to drown her in licks and lay on top of her.

“At least you’re alive,” Levi grumbled.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I couldn’t use my phone out of the country, forgot to tell you about that. Did you at least get my message last month, the one to your email?”

“I don’t check my email.” Levi glared at her.

“Well, that’s your fault.” She stood up, grabbing Boris' leash. “You want to go get a coffee, as sorry from me, business partner.” She gave him a sly smirk.

“What do you want?” Levi was skeptical.

“Nothing. I feel a bit bad is all, but if you don’t care we haven’t talked for months. Then I’ll just head home.”

“Didn’t expect to hear that from you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you were the one who turned down the last part of my conditions.”

“You said you were serious about it. I mean, I don’t know if it’s a compliment or not. But you're the only man who's been able to piss me off and get under my skin a lot.”

“Good.” Levi pulled her in for a sharp and quick kiss.

“Goddammit, Ackerman, who do you think you are.” She glared at him, looking at her smudged lipstick on his lips.

“You’re the fucking informant, you tell me.” He teased while grabbing the open sides of her jacket, pulling her closer to him.

She stared into his eyes for a moment. Before giving him an actual smile. “You think you’re mine.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” She pulled away from him.

“Well, now you just have to work on making me yours.”

“Oi, brat. Don’t you remember.” He grabbed her chin, pulling her close again. “You work under me now.” A shiver ran down her spine at his demanding and dominant tone.

“We’ll have to see how long that lasts then.” She managed a feeble smirk, she was losing her nerve. He had gotten under her skin, yet again. Making her weak against him.

“Considering you’ve already lost, I have a feeling it’ll be a while.”

Author’s Note: continued Even though I wrote this a long time ago, it’s still my personal favorite of my own works. Also, this is Modern AU, where Levi and a few others are mob bosses. Mafia, whatever you want to call it. Levi also runs a nightclub and is Eren’s adoptive father. Reader is an information dealer(sells information to people.) She’s used to being in power and is pretty headstrong.

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